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 Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 1:34 pm
Hear ye, hear ye! Come one and all to Feyen's Poetic Circle where we can honor our fore-father of poetry, Master Feyen. This very spot was where master Feyen started his climb to fame, and immortality. Let us join him in his cause, and forever be remembered through the pages of our books. Let the poets unite so that we may forever stake our existence in the world, but first...the rules.
arrow Nothing too nasty. Don't want to have to close this forum down.
arrow Emo is promoted here as well as creativity. There will be no bashing of horrible poems...unless the author wishes for criticism.
arrow A 300 gold fee will be applied to those whom wish for their poems to be nominated in a contest in which you will submit your poem here normally, but said poem will be tagged with the word contest in dark red to better review them. The fee will go to the guild mule SilverWolf2k5. You will PM myself with said copy of the poem.
arrow I will review the poetry monthly, and select a winner to receive a rather reasonable prize using the money we collected from the contest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:47 pm
I'll post one or two, to get things started...
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A Psalm of Overused Phrases
What the mind of the young cynic
said to the melodramatic hack
Tell me not your angsty poems
I care not how hip they seem—
Full of pointless, yuppie whining
And a mismatched rhyming scheme
“Life is hard! Life ignores me!
Listen to me bare my soul…”
I’m ignoring you right now, so
Please just shut your griping hole
Nay, I cannot understand it,
Can you truly be so dense;
How can you call these things prose when
They don’t make a lick of sense?
All you’ve done is steal from others
Who had deep or thoughtful quotes;
Blended in moronic drivel,
Spliced together anecdotes
Then, you added in some junk that
You came up with in the john
(neither product of that sitting
worth the paper it was on)
But you didn’t stop there—no!
‘Twas time to plagiarize some more;
yanking limelight from the Masters
like a fat attention-whore
Splattering anachronisms,
Cramming curse words here and there;
Praying somehow, through this poem,
You’ll gain some small savoir-faire
Sorry, buddy, but don’t bother
If that’s the stupid game you play;
Save us both some time and anguish:
Put the pen and pad away
Prose is not a status symbol,
And it’s sad you think it so;
I don’t want to hear your story—
I’ve heard all I care to know
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:13 pm
All who know,
Refuse to see,
Yet still they do fall shy.
Many eyes,
Have yet been freed,
From bonds that hold with lies.
Every day,
We scamper out,
From Shepard's guiding light.
Nearly eaten by the wolves,
But saved by,
God's own might.
P.F.L
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:01 pm
I unedited piece, its sloppy, and sounds horrid... I'll probably delete it later. lol.
I spend ever day, every mile, ever step just one step away.
The rage, this wrath, causing all this pain, my tear falling.
They fall into them self and unto me, trying to sooth the rage.
Yet still all I feel is rage and pain.
Give me a pill, give me a reason, give me a way to keep on livein', but just make all the pain stop.
Pain or no pain, its all a part of the game, my game my of self death.
Stop.
This life, this rhyme, what do they hold?
What do they share?
Is it pain that shares life, or life that shares pain?
Then again, maybe its the pain that burns in my soul, that keeps us tickin', keeps us goin', and livin', even through the thick and thin.
All this pain causes all this rage, and all this rage must be what keeps us sane.
So the pain keeps us tame?
Hardly.
If it kept us tame, then we wouldn't be sane.
So let the pain take you away, embrace it, and love it, hold it and cherish it, for with out it.
What are you but dead?
18/06/08
OK, it sucks more than I though. lol. I'll work on it later.
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This is more like a song, so bare with me, its unfinished. And i wrote one day when I was anger as hell for some reason. Bleh. Unfinished it will go on, as I don't care for it.
My life is in a storm of pretension.
Hate, anguish, and fear.
Oh sweet disorder.
Come a little closer.
A fool is calling, a shoaler is scolding.
And the old King is rambling mad.
~La la la~
My hate i building, my longing is maddening.
Anger and hate rule the land!
~La la la~
All my life I've been dreaming, the crown calling.
And my show is so far over due.
Come sweet disorder, carry us further.
As my payment is far over due.
Unseen I may be, but forgotten I'm refusing!
Oh I must be dreaming! For the time is so long over due!
~La la la~
Come sweet disorder, carry me further.
Their is still work to do! All my life I've been dreaming.
The crown is calling, oh isn't this just sensational news?
The King is to fall, my payment in full.
Rise up disorder, and crown your new ruler!
End....
OK, its unfinished, so meh.
29/5/08
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My best one yet.
Lay all your love on me and I'll in return support you through the thick and thin in all of lives cruel lies and every sweet dream. If they threaten you, call upon me and I'll provide protection from them in love. Hold my hand and sore to the heavens by my side, for with you I think all is possible even to and in death. The light in your eyes is a light for all, so let me be the kindle of the fire that gives off that sweet light. In the darkness I was once lost, then I saw you and was turn back to both faith and love. Listen to my words so you may come to know me, as I wish to know you... I feel it may be sorrow that awaits if I strive to hard to reach out to you, but in my writings of the heart, you and you alone drive the flame. Upon the sound of your voice I feel the urge to cry out my soul!, yet my own foolish fears bind me to the spot quiet, lonely, longing, sad, and all at the same time ....happy to just be around you, even if its only minutes at a time. Find my heart, please! I wish that you may learn of me as I strive to learn of you, so do not force me away or else I fear my fire may die once and for all...
March 01, 2007
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:27 pm
This one is by a friend of mine, to his deceased wife.
~Sweet Night Time Dream~
Dear [his wife],
Your name so sweet, I come for guidance this night.
Love so dear, heed my call, I wish to talk again.
Sounds so sweet, I wish to hear.
You are in my veins again.
Troubled I am, I pray your voice nears.
You feel so far, come and save me, dear friend.
I wish your love to run in my veins again.
I wish to stand by you again.
Your smell so sweet, and a voice like angels above.
My call in vain must be.
You were the guard of my heart, my strength and will.
With lack of you I am weak and alone.
Come my sweet, I can't stand alone.
This prayer is honest and true, as day light's hue.
May I, and may you, come to find love once more again.
T.L.W.
No date.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:03 am
Echoes
I listen to the echoes,
That time once left behind,
Within the walls of thoughts so deep,
Buried deep within my mind,
They'll never seem to be let go,
Or seem to fade away,
But in this prison they shall dwell,
And in my mind shall stay,
If eyes would tell the truth,
I'm blind,
And if words would seem to stay,
I'd never seem to cross that line,
For my words would fade away,
And if I ever told a lie,
Or shed a single tear,
These echoes would remain with me,
Like the secrets that I fear,
So I listen to the echoes,
That time once left behind,
Within the walls of thoughts so deep,
...Buried deep within my mind.
P.F.L
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 11:47 am
Eternal Dance
Smooth, quick movement
Gentle, haunting, innocence
Loving, watching, living
Sweet, perfect, dance
A puppet, dancing on her strings.
Rising, falling, smiling.
The solo dance, eternal and pure.
Waving, twirling, looking.
Mind not the splinters.
Mind not the pain.
We dance in eternity.
Free never again.
We are puppets.
Dancing on the strings of fate.
Controled, tortured, hurt.
For the sake of a child's twisted joy.
Um... Yeah, I know, it's crap... But I tried...
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:10 pm
If I were a Rock.
I sit upon the ground, mighty, strong.
Watching my domain of dirt forever long.
I've roosted birds, sheltered sheep.
I live as they die, yet never weap.
My sons, my daughters loosen from my grasp.
I do not follow, to my throne I clasp.
The Sun, the Moon force on me their dirth
But as I stand I rule this earth.
Millenia pass, my children to sand.
They buff me smaller where I stand.
Until I fall from kingdom high.
I tumble from rule with crack and sigh.
I now guard this placid riverside.
With my shade the small fish hide.
'Till human hand plucks me up to save.
Dooms me to my watery grave. Said the Flower to the Lamb
"I wish," said the flower
"That I could help you,
But I cannot help at all,
If you'd look at me
You'd clearly see
That I'm stuck upon this wall."
"Little lamb, had I the power.
My gifts I would embew
If you'd listened you would know,
The brick-a-brack
Across thy back
Into the earth you swe."
"Lamb, do not let the tower
Which slaughters Ram and Ewe
Break away your heart
For you must see
That all of we
Find and deal our part."
"In this time, my final hour
You now find me to be true
And this the final law
Live your life
Through joy, through strife."
And she took him in her maw.
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